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A deep, dark shadow looms large upon us. Ominous Government has brought out it's iron fist, the law breakers, tyrants.

When night falls
she cloaks the world
in impenetrable darkness.
A chill rises
from the soil
and contaminates the air
suddenly...
life has new meaning.
- varg vikernes 

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